The Stink

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I motioned the two-finger sign to my new favorite bartender and she sent me down the poison and I drained it. I motioned another and another and I offered up a toast to honor my solitude on this lonely bar stool. “this is for always trying to get there and when you finally arrive, you don’t know what the fuck to do”.

No one cared.

One shoot, two shoots, three, four, five, a beer, six, a joint in the back with a cook on break. Seven, eight,

OUT.

These people are vampires, so fake and uninteresting; they all try to be each other and never know who they are. Over analyzing every little detail. Making it all up as they go and they love it. they even, beg for more.

Awake:

Wallet, phone, watch…check.

I did my best to hold it back last night. But what the fuck happened?

Snap shot:

The shutter speed is amazingly slow but I believe I just made out a bon fire.